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"Working together?" said Emma "You hunted us! Sent ht Keep quiet

Mr Whiteface "Monsters?" he said

"That hurts That’sabout, you know! Me and all ht personally, though The adolescent phase is rarely attractive, whatever the species" He clapped his hands sharply, which made me jump

"Now then, down to business!"

He raked us with a slow, icy stare, as if scanning our ranks for weakness Which of us would crack first? Which would actually tell hirine was?

Mr White zeroed in on Horace He’d recovered fro Mr White took a decisive step toward him Horace flinched at the click of his boots

"Stand up, boy"

Horace didn’t et hihly by his arm Horace cowered before Mr White, his eyes on the floor

"What’s your name, boy?"

"Huh-huh-Horace …"

"Well, Huh-Horace, you seem like someone with abundant common sense So I’ll let you choose"

Horace raised his head slightly "Choose …?"

Mr White unsheathed the knife from his belt and pointed it at the Gypsies "Which of these men to kill first Unless, of course, you’d like to tell me where your ymbryne is Then no one has to die"

Horace squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could simply wish himself away from here

"Or," Mr White said, "if you’d rather not choose one of them, I’d be happy to choose one of you Would you rather do that?"

"No!"

"Then tell leaasti!" shouted Bekhir--and then one of the soldiers kicked hiroaned and fell quiet

Mr White reached out and grabbed Horace by the chin, trying to force hiht into his horrible blank eyes "You’ll tell me, won’t you? You’ll tell me, and I won’t hurt you"

"Yes," Horace said, still squeezing his eyes shut--still wishing hione, yet still here

"Yes, what?"

Horace drew a shaking breath "Yes, I’ll tell you"

"Don’t!" shouted Eive her up He’s too weak

We should’ve left hierie …

"Shh," Mr White hissed in his ear "Don’t listen to theo ahead, son Tell me where that bird is"

"She’s in the drawer," said Horace